[ Several months had passed since Noctis merged with the crystal and the world plunged into eternal darkness. She'd found ways to pass the time getting to know Nyx, falling into a fairly simple routine while she worked on processing the guilt that weighed heavily on her. People were suffering and she was powerless to help them. What little she held needed to be saved for emergencies, not sure if she'd be able to replenish the strength.
There was a small council that had been formed with the remnants of the King's advisors to assist in a few decisions while Noctis was asleep. Decisions needed to be made while Luna recovered from her dance with death and few were left in such a position that didn't answer to Niflheim.
Her time with Nyx had been quiet, guilt and turmoil still curling inside her like a snake ready to strike. And apparently, now was the time. It drove her out of hiding, dressed as though she hadn't missed a beat despite her months of silence. She was terrified of the consequences, knowing Ardyn was still out there, still hunting her along with the rest of the Empire. She shouldn't have been brought back after the failed summoning of Leviathan. That was supposed to be the completion of her duty and from everything that had been drilled into her, the end of her life. She held no purpose beyond that moment and Nyx had borne the brunt of that frustration.
Of course, her emergence as a renewed beacon of hope in the darkness drew more attention than she'd planned. It painted a target on her and those who still openly supported her in this dark time. No public announcements had been made yet, just her appearing in front of the council for the first time since her fall. Why she'd thought it would go smoothly was beyond her, Luna storming out halfway through the meeting - the lights in the marble hall catching the beads of her dress as she moves - light blonde waves waterfalling over her right shoulder from the braided half up-do. It's quite a sight, though the anger etched on her face overpowers it. It's rare that Luna actually lets the emotions she's feeling slip out beyond the mask, something she's allowed more and more during her time with Nyx. He'd allowed her to be a person rather than a public figure and it had been liberating. Enough so that she didn't feel the need to play the games and suffer through more people telling her what she could and couldn't do.
There'd been a dark hallway off to the left of the chamber, Luna making a beeline for the area before changing her mind and deciding it might be best to go back in and give them another piece of her mind. Remind them that she wasn't going to be under anyone's thumb any longer. Granted, she hadn't accounted for a solid mass blocking her way - her body connecting with Nyx's. She doesn't pull away, instead looking up at him... Not sure if she might kiss him or just bury her face in his chest and let the frustration pour out onto him. She opts for a third choice, voice soft and heavy with something possibly more than anger if he's paying attention. ]
Do you know of a place where I won't be able to hear myself think?
TLC
There was a small council that had been formed with the remnants of the King's advisors to assist in a few decisions while Noctis was asleep. Decisions needed to be made while Luna recovered from her dance with death and few were left in such a position that didn't answer to Niflheim.
Her time with Nyx had been quiet, guilt and turmoil still curling inside her like a snake ready to strike. And apparently, now was the time. It drove her out of hiding, dressed as though she hadn't missed a beat despite her months of silence. She was terrified of the consequences, knowing Ardyn was still out there, still hunting her along with the rest of the Empire. She shouldn't have been brought back after the failed summoning of Leviathan. That was supposed to be the completion of her duty and from everything that had been drilled into her, the end of her life. She held no purpose beyond that moment and Nyx had borne the brunt of that frustration.
Of course, her emergence as a renewed beacon of hope in the darkness drew more attention than she'd planned. It painted a target on her and those who still openly supported her in this dark time. No public announcements had been made yet, just her appearing in front of the council for the first time since her fall. Why she'd thought it would go smoothly was beyond her, Luna storming out halfway through the meeting - the lights in the marble hall catching the beads of her dress as she moves - light blonde waves waterfalling over her right shoulder from the braided half up-do. It's quite a sight, though the anger etched on her face overpowers it. It's rare that Luna actually lets the emotions she's feeling slip out beyond the mask, something she's allowed more and more during her time with Nyx. He'd allowed her to be a person rather than a public figure and it had been liberating. Enough so that she didn't feel the need to play the games and suffer through more people telling her what she could and couldn't do.
There'd been a dark hallway off to the left of the chamber, Luna making a beeline for the area before changing her mind and deciding it might be best to go back in and give them another piece of her mind. Remind them that she wasn't going to be under anyone's thumb any longer. Granted, she hadn't accounted for a solid mass blocking her way - her body connecting with Nyx's. She doesn't pull away, instead looking up at him... Not sure if she might kiss him or just bury her face in his chest and let the frustration pour out onto him. She opts for a third choice, voice soft and heavy with something possibly more than anger if he's paying attention. ]
Do you know of a place where I won't be able to hear myself think?